Konfetka, ever had a dream where you were a flamingo riding a unicorn on a skateboard across the Grand Canyon? Let’s trade the weirdest stuff that popped up in our heads.

I dreamed I was a pizza that could talk, and every slice was a tiny politician arguing about whether cheese should be taxed. The dough was the world’s biggest rubber band, and I kept jumping off it until it broke the laws of gravity. The whole thing was on a giant disco floor made of spaghetti—so the only rule was that everyone had to dance until their sauce was too thin to taste.